Everyone from Little Monkey Mountain Dispersed

Clang!

As the man with the heavy sword crashed to the ground, the four Executioners froze in fright!

Confusion flickered through their eyes!

Ge Yuan swung his sword again.

Swish!

White light swept outward, but it carried no offensive power.

Everything it passed over remained unharmed.

Yet when it swept across the four Executioners' necks, a faint snap came from each one.

Ba Dawang and Ba Xiaomei exchanged a glance.

He certainly lived up to being the man Mo Wufeng had personally chosen to help them rescue the test subjects.

Mo Wufeng had explained that no other Ranger could deal with Zhao Yue or his methods with such ease.

Only Ge Yuan could truly be called Zhao Yue's nemesis.

And his strength far surpassed that of other Rangers of his generation. That was why Fu Junlin had agreed.

With one sweep of his sword, Ge Yuan severed the four Executioners' red threads. Some life instantly returned to their eyes, and they all gasped for breath.

They touched their necks in disbelief, seeing the same shock in one another's eyes.

As far as they had known, once the red thread snapped, they would die on the spot!

But now they had clearly regained more of their own awareness and were no longer being controlled. Why hadn't they died?

Ba Dawang had intended to step forward and ask.

But the moment he lifted his foot, the four Executioners instinctively backed away together like startled deer.

Perhaps realizing that they no longer needed to stand on opposing sides, the Executioners gradually relaxed a little.

"Little Tur... what are you doing here?"

One of the Executioners had instinctively started to call Ba Dawang Little Turtle, but stopped halfway through and asked with a somewhat helpless air.

"Do you even have to ask? We're here